seventeen

& I did not know

just how lucky I was

no babies to rear

no relatives to fight with

no Christmases to endure

birthdays to buy for

the year in year out slog

of relationships

people you have to be nice to

you’d rather flay alive

with a blunt spoon

(as no doubt they would me)

but no

we were satisfied then

neither of us knowing better

with a furtive fumble

back alley knee trembler

back seat love affair

& gone to never meet again

or to fizzle out

as we found others

to play with

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